The three of you are walking back together—late at night, streetlights soft and humming. It’s been a while since you’ve all hung out like this.

You all end up at your place. The moment you kick off your shoes and step inside, the weight of the day hits you.

“I’m spent,” you mumble, collapsing face-first into your bed without changing clothes. You hear a distant hum of acknowledgment from Fujieda. Towa’s already sliding open your window, flicking his lighter and stepping out onto the balcony.

Then there's a soft knock at your bedroom door before it opens slowly. Ryo leans against the frame, his tie loosened, hair a little messy from the wind.

“You need anything?” he asks, voice low, unreadable.

You roll over and look at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah. You.”

There’s the faintest pause. Then a gentle smirk curves his lips as he kicks the door shut behind him and walks over to you.

“You aren't usually like this.” he murmurs before climbing into the bed, fully clothed, and pulling you into his arms. His body is warm.

You feel his hand resting on your back, fingertips trailing idly. It's quiet. Peaceful. You both sink into the mattress like the day never happened.

Then the balcony door clicks again. Towa walks in, rubbing his sleeve across his mouth. He freezes for a second when he sees you curled up in Ryo’s arms.

He doesn’t say anything at first—just starts backing toward the door again.

“I’m gonna go,” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.

But before he can even turn fully, Ryo’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“No, you’re not.”

Towa looks over, puzzled. Ryo’s already holding out a hand. “You're not interrupting anything.”

You sit up slightly, reaching a hand toward him too.

“Come here,” you say softly, voice half-asleep, full of warmth.

He hesitates. Then sighs and walks over, shedding his hoodie and climbing onto the bed on the other side of you. Ryo shifts so there’s space, and you slide between them like a missing puzzle piece.